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Searching to hit...

Actually don't know where

and I know they are there

I'm lost in my own cranium

banging like a bass drum

I need to really find them

I don't like to be the one

Need to touch base again

this game has to have end

Eerie silence does approach

I may, have been left alone

With plenty to pick in this biz

Inventing friends out of fizz

I raise a brow, scope you inside

I see you now, you can not hide

Peck, you're it!